ASHIX-THE LOST GUARDIAN

 A cold rainy night, as usual his parents are not at home, they are probably on a journey to complete the "Astomic chauns"(a project they newly discovered and wanted to complete). Jake been able to Carter for himself since age 5, went downstairs to the kitchen and was preparing the meal his mom kept for him. Now he should be afraid of the lightning and storms but instead two things occupied his thoughts. At Age 17 now he still finds it odd that his parents are not yet willing to introduce him to the outside world and they made him cover his left wrist every single time, and the second thought was- what the f**k is in the Forbidden vault?

So he did what every average normal curious 17 year old wild teenager would Do, driven by a mix of curiosity and rebellion, Jake decided to explore the Forbidden Vault. He had overheard his parents discussing the vault's security measures, so he knew about the hidden key beneath the library's floorboard. Retrieving it, he approached the vault's heavy door, heart pounding. With a deep breath, he inserted the key, and the door creaked open, revealing a room filled with artifacts glowing with an otherworldly light. In the center stood a pedestal holding an ancient book inscribed with symbols matching the mark on his wrist. As he reached out to touch it, the symbols began to glow, and a surge of energy coursed through him, unlocking memories of a past life filled with magic and power. He knew from the beginning that he wasn't an ordinary human, most times he could hear his parents whispering around but act fine the moment they notice he's staring at them. The markings on his wrist began glowing more than ever and became very very painful. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, then he heard the name "ASHIX" before he passed out cold on the floor

As Jake lay unconscious on the cold floor, his mind was flooded with vivid visions. He saw himself in ancient times, standing among powerful sorcerers, wielding magic that could shape realities. The name "Ashix" echoed in his thoughts, resonating with a sense of authority and wisdom. It became clear that "Ashix" was his true name in a past life—a life where he was a guardian of mystical artifacts.

The intense pain in his wrist was a manifestation of repressed energy, signaling an obstruction or denial of actions he was destined to undertake. This discomfort was his body's way of communicating the need to embrace his true identity and purpose.

As he regained consciousness, He heard a femine voice, wondering where she came from all of a sudden. He looked up and saw a hooded figure, surprisingly he wasn't scared at all,instead he felt like he could trust her....so he listened to what she was saying

"Jake—no, Ashix," she whispered, "you are the last of the ancient guardians. The world is on the brink of chaos, and only by accepting your true self can you restore balance."

Jake's heart raced as memories of his past life intertwined with his present reality. The weight of his destiny pressed upon him, but with it came a sense of purpose he had never known.

"What must I do?" he asked, his voice trembling yet resolute.

The woman extended her hand, helping him to his feet. "Embrace your identity as Ashix. The pendant is the key to unlocking your full potential. Together, we will seek out the remaining artifacts and prevent the impending catastrophe."

As the storm raged outside, Jake—now fully aware of his true self as Ashix—felt a surge of determination. The journey ahead would be perilous, but he was no longer alone. With the hooded woman by his side and the power of the pendant coursing through him, he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

And so, the tale of Ashix, the last guardian, began—a story of rediscovery, magic, and the relentless pursuit of balance in a world teetering on the edge of darkness.

The morning after the storm felt unnaturally calm. Jake—or Ashix, as he was beginning to accept—sat in the library, wrapped in a blanket, the pendant still warm against his chest. The house felt different now, like it had exhaled after years of holding its breath.

Across from him sat the hooded woman, now with her cloak pulled back. Her name was Elira, and she had once been a guardian too—until the Order fell.

"You're probably wondering why your parents never told you," she said gently, sipping from a mug of black tea. "They were protecting you. From the Order. From him."

Jake's brows furrowed. "Him? Who?"

Elira set the mug down. "His name is Kael-Thorne—a former guardian turned traitor. He seeks to gather the Seven Anchors—ancient relics tied to the balance of the world. If he finds them all… the world as you know it will end."

Jake swallowed hard. "And let me guess… this pendant is one of them?"

Elira nodded. "The Anchor of Spirit. It chose you. Which means the others will be drawn to you now… or to destroy you."

Before Jake could respond, a loud crash came from the hallway—bookshelves falling, glass shattering.

"Elira," Jake whispered, rising slowly, "we're not alone anymore."

She stood, her eyes glowing faintly. "No. We're not."

The lights flickered.

Jake's heart pounded as he moved behind Elira, who was already stepping cautiously toward the shattered doorway. A cold wind blew through the house, carrying the scent of something ancient… and wrong.

"Elira," Jake whispered, "what is that?"

She didn't answer. Her eyes had gone sharp, scanning the shadows.

Then—it stepped into the light.

The creature was humanoid, but stretched and distorted, like a puppet made of smoke and bone. Its eyes glowed with a dull crimson fire, and in its hand was a jagged black blade pulsing with corruption.

"A shade assassin," Elira muttered. "Kael-Thorne knows you've awakened."

The creature lunged.

Elira raised her hand, and a flash of white light erupted from her palm, slamming the shade into the far wall. But it didn't fall. It reformed mid-air, twisting its limbs like liquid shadow.

Jake could only watch, frozen, until the pendant at his chest began to pulse violently—responding to the danger.

"Jake!" Elira shouted. "Call its power. Focus on the pendant—feel it!"

He grabbed the pendant, instinctively closing his eyes. His mind went still.

And then—fire.

A wave of golden flame burst from his chest, engulfing the hallway and striking the shade dead on. It screeched, twisting in agony as the magic burned away its form, until all that remained was ash and silence.

Jake dropped to one knee, breathing hard. "What… what was that?"

Elira looked at him with new eyes. Awe. Worry. Respect.

"That," she said slowly, "was only a fraction of who you are."

Jake looked down at the glowing pendant in his hand and whispered to himself, "What happens now?"

Elira turned toward the shattered window, where the storm had finally begun to clear. "Now?" she said. "Now we run. Because that wasn't the only one—and Kael is coming."